Blade: Trinity Page #24

Abigail doesn't respond. Her whole body is shaking.

BLADE (CONT'D)

(more firmly)

Use it.

Abigail raises her head, her eyes filled with hatred. Blade

doesn't let up. He's like a drill instructor, galvanizing her

with his words.

BLADE (CONT'D)

USE IT!!!

Abigail lifts her head toward the heavens, letting loose a

TORTURED SCREAM that erupts from the very pit of her soul.

CUT TO:

EXT. PHOENIX TOWERS - NIGHT

Abigail's SCREAM ECHOES over the moonlit cityscape.

INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

CLOSE ON King's bloody face. A dog is licking it. King

stirs, his eyes fluttering open --

KING'S POV

The rottweiler we saw earlier is slobbering all over him.

PULL BACK to reveal King on his knees, shirtless, both wrists

secured behind him in a high-tech pillory. King tries to

twist his head away from the dog. The rottweiler GROWLS.

KING:

Back off, pooch --

The rottweiler's jaws open, revealing more teeth than any dog

should probably have.

Its muzzle splits in two as both sides of the rottweiler

mandible fold back on either side of its head, disgorging a

hellish and barbed tongue stalk! The mutant dog ROARS, ready

to bite King's face off and --

KING:

Jesus Christ!

-- Grimwood appears from off-screen, LAUGHING, pulling the

animal back. We see Danica and Asher now as well.

KING:

What the f***?! WHAT THE F***?!?

ASHER:

His name's Beau. We've been experimenting

with porting the vampire gene over into

other species.

As Asher pets the rottweiler, its muzzle closes back up again.

It looks up at him, panting happily, tongue lolling.

KING:

You made a goddamn vampire dog?!

GRIMWOOD:

Yeah. Cool, huh?

DANICA:

Poor little King. You look so

distraught.

Danica wipes a little blood from the corner of King's mouth.

She touches her fingertips to her tongue, tasting his blood.

DANICA:

You're tasting a little bland, lover. Not

getting enough fatty acids in your diet?

Have you tried mackerel? Lake trout?

KING:

How about you take a sugar-frosted f***

off the end of my dick?

DANICA:

Oh, there'll be time to play doctor later,

believe me. But for now, we need to have

a little talk.

(beat)

Tell us about this bio-weapon you've been

building.

KING:

I can tell you two things. Diddly. And

sh*t. And diddly just left the building.

Grimwood steps forward, throttling King for a moment.

GRINWOOD:

Spit it out, you f***ing fruitcake!

KING:

Okay, here's the deal with the weapon -

(coughing)

It's a new flavor crystal formula. Twice

the chocolaty-goodness, half the calories.

Plus, it helps prevent tooth decay --

Grimwood moves in to choke him again, but Danica intervenes.

DANICA:

You're brave, King, I'll give you that.

But underneath all your swagger --

She leans closer, caressing his face.

DANICA:

-- I know what you really fear. What

would hurt you more than anything else.

King's smile falters for a moment. Maybe she does know. She

rubs her cheek against his.

DANICA:

You don't want to go back to being one of

us --

(her lips grazing his)

-- do you?

King tries to turn his head away, but Danica grips his chin,

turning his head back. He's sweating now. Worried.

DANICA:

I'm going to bite you again, King. And

then I'm going to leave you here while you

turn. I'm going to watch you, day after

day, while the Thirst keeps building and

building. And then, when you can't stand

it anymore --

She nods. Drake appears, holding Zoe. She's alive.

Terrified. Held firm in Drake's arms.

DANICA:

-- I'm going to bring the little girl

for you to feed on. Would you like that,

King? Would you enjoy taking her life?

King shuts his eyes, sickened at the thought. Danica smiles.

DANICA:

Now we're getting somewhere, my pet.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS' HEADQUARTERS - SHOOTING RANGE - NIGHT

Abigail sits in her workshop area, restringing one of her

bows. Nearby is a table with an assortment of equipment -- a

bow press, vise stand, string jig, bow scales and wrench sets.

Across the way is a shooting range with a variety of targets

set up, a wall of netting behind them to catch stray arrows.

There's also a chronograph outfitted with a ballistic computer

to measure arrow speed.

CLOSE ON Abigail's hands as she works with a quiet precsion,

re-setting the arrow rest, making minor adjustments to the

center-shot position and wheel timing, etc.

BLADE:

appears in the doorway, watching her.

BLADE:

You alright?

ABIGAIL:

(brusque)

I'll be fine.

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